He was in his room. He crawled out of bed. Clothes. Downstairs was breakfast. Seven course meal, thanks butler fleet. He went to work. Helicopter is always fastest. He sat down and was presented with a screen. The screen showed all the vital stats of his world. Like a video game. Crime, down. Happiness, tops. Peace, never better. Profit, immeasurable. He decided that life as the King of the World was pretty good.

He woke up.

The rain woke him up. He stretched as best he could in the trench. He woke the soldier next to him. Before he could apologize, the world exploded around him. He fell to the ground and grabbed hold of his weapon. He saw comrades fall. He jumped to cover. He fired back. His aim was impeccable. Dozens he felled. He dragged soldiers to safety. He found a rocket and blew a tank to pieces. Single-handedly he repelled the ambush.

He woke up.

The teacher was yelling at him. The kids around his desk were laughing. His cheeks burned in his realized embarrassment. He slowly followed the command to present his report. He stumbled over words. His pages were blank. He could feel the resentment in the room. He broke. He fled the room. Have to get away. Outside was his family. There for support? No. There to point out his lack of clothes. He felt tears run down his face.

He woke up.

He conversed with his friend. They sat on a mountain overlooking a great sea. He admired the beauty of the scene before him. His friend spoke of business ideas. T-shirt company, but with funny ones. The mountain floated in the air. The friend told of a time when they partied with Justin Timberlake. The mountain floated across the sea, and soon they were at said party. They watched themselves dance off with JT. They laughed.

He woke up.

He floated on the water. He was warm. He stared up into a bright white sky. A face appeared. A beautiful woman. He admired her face. Gorgeous flowing red hair. Her face took up the entire sky. Fair skin. Big full brown eyes that spoke. They were sad. He noticed her fuckable mouth, and was aroused. The beautiful face began to cry. The teardrops were the size of buildings. The waves washed over him. He choked. He panicked. He thrashed.

He woke up.

He started out of bed. He looked around. He saw no one. He went downstairs. It was nice to be home. He made breakfast. Drank coffee. Thought about the day ahead. Mondays were the worst. He showered and brushed his teeth. He thought he was looking pretty good. He drove his car to work. He got along with his boss. He cracked a few good jokes. Everyone loves the Texas Rabbi joke. He got a date with the girl he crushed on. He went home and dominated Xbox.

He woke up.

He was in an arena. He found weapons scattered in front of him. He inspected a sword. Sharp. He heard a noise. He turned. There were dozens of them. Hundreds. They shuffled towards him. He knew how to kill zombies. He grabbed his weapons and began to fight them off. He was quick. He thought he recognized some of them. Friends and relatives. All they did was moan and wail. He cut through them all. He was winning. A gate opened. More zombies. These ones were garbed in white coats. More indecipherable moans. His weapons broke. These zombies were different. He tried punching. No matter. He was losing. They were on him. A sea of white. They poke and prodded his flesh. He screamed.

He woke up.

He was in a hospital. He didn’t feel sick. He looked around. The red headed girl was in a bed next to him. He went to her. He took her hand. Warm and familiar. He knew this beauty. He realized she was trapped here. He woke her up. He explained his plan. She kissed him in gratitude. It felt good. They snuck down the hallway. Robots were on patrol. He was clever, and they stayed undetected. He passed family members in other rooms. They encouraged him to keep going. Down the stairs they went. The exit was just ahead. Then an ambush. T1000 motorcycle cops everywhere. He yelled at her to run. He could hold them off. She went. He fought. Too many. He looked over at the girl. She stood at the exit. Tears poured down her face. She called out to him. Come to me, she said. She was begging. He was confused. Just go, he thought. I saved you. She threw herself on the ground, hysterical. He became upset. Why wouldn’t she just escape? The T1000s were too much. They wrestled him into submission.

He woke up.

He was in a nursery room. It was gigantic. The crib was the size of a semi truck. Towered above. He realized the room wasn’t big. He was small. An action figure. He tried to move. Couldn’t. A child waddled in. Flinging toys around. Gnawed on some. Broke the limbs off others. It came over to him. He was scared. The child picked him up. Moved his limbs. A mother came in. That’s right sweetheart, she said, look at all the ways you can pose him. He noticed the mother. The red head. He wanted her to tell the child to put him down. He couldn’t speak. The child brought him to its mouth. It started gumming his legs. He felt a phantom pain. His mind screamed out. He was able to kick his legs. The child became upset and dropped him to the floor. Relief. The child cried. No matter. He was safe now. The red head was angry at him. Why? She picked him up and walked to the window. Why won’t you do something, she asked. She threw him out before he could respond. He was falling. Blue sky all around him. Fell forever. Or seemed like it. The ground appeared below. He couldn’t do anything.

He woke up.

He was in a jungle. Colorful flowers surrounded him. Dense bush. A trail cut through the towering trees. He followed it. The trees on his right fell away into a surging river. Scattered boulders made the waters rapid. He heard a buzzing. Insects the size of his head approached him. They had needles the size of sticks. One got to him. Drew blood out of his arm. His arm shrank and withered. He screamed and batted the bug away. He ran. The cloud of oversized bugs gave chase. The trail went into a cave. He went inside. Rolled a rock over the entrance with his good arm. It was dark. He found a torch. The flame showed a huge cavern. Wet rock slowly descended to an alter in the distance. Glowing. He went down. He slipped. Slid all the way to the face of the alter. Lost his torch. The glow was enough to see by. A golden box sat atop the altar. He carefully opened it. A picture fell out. The red head and him. Together. Smiling. He felt a great longing. A voice behind him. A woman in a flowing gown made of flowers. Relax, she said. The alter hissed. He turned back and saw a snake. It moved quicker than he’d expect. It was climbing him. Entwining. It paused at eye level. Relax, the flower woman said again. The snake flew into his agape mouth. He tried to pull it out. Too strong. He could feel the snake slithering down his throat. He gagged. It’s for your own good, flower woman said. The snake disappeared down his person. The sensation was intense.

He woke up.

He sat at the head of a grand table. A banquet hall. Biggest he had ever seen. Around the table were his favorite people. Family and friends. Celebrities. Athletes. Musicians. They were all here for him. A fantastic meal was served. All his favorites. The conversation was electric. These people that he looked up to were coming up to him. Telling him of what he meant to their lives. He swelled with pride. They played board games with athletes. Jammed with musicians. Gossiped with celebrities. He sat at his throne at the end of the table and had people line up to give him hugs. The line parted, and the red head appeared. She was so beautiful. He went to her. She was wearing a stunning white dress. Her hair tumbled to her shoulders. He walked to the dance floor with her. They danced. The people around them wept at the beauty of their dance. He never felt so loved, surrounded by these people. He never loved anyone as much as he loved the red head at that moment. The lights dimmed. People began to leave. Still they danced. She rested her head on his chest. They were alone. She said she would always love him. He looked in her eyes. Tears again. She was always so sad.

He woke up.

He was in his own bed. In his own home. He took a second to stretch. He went downstairs. She sat at the kitchen table. She drank coffee in her bathrobe. He put his mouth to her vibrant red hair. Good morning. She jumped up and hugged him. She expressed how worried she was. He laughed and told her she worried to much. She said she had waited so long. They sat and held hands. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. Where is everyone, he asked. She said she wanted them to be alone. He nodded, and went to the window. They were alone. Where his neighbors had once been, now there was nothing. Barren land stretched out in all directions from their house. Nothingness. She came up to him. Stroked his neck. Ran her hand down his cord. He shuddered and moved away. It’s okay, she whispered. He felt the plug at the back of his own head. When? She moved her body into his. He looked outside. The horizon loomed dark. Creeping closer. Moving towards them. She grasped his plug. It’s been this way for too long, she said. He nodded. He sensed she was right, even if he didn’t fully understand. The darkness outside was close. It wanted them, and soon it would be inside. She embraced him tight. I’ll never leave you, she said. He pulled her face to his. Then don’t, he whispered. Stay with me. She sobbed, shaking her head. She couldn’t. He knew, somehow. He kissed her on the forehead and guided her hand to the plug. Her moist brown eyes met his. So sad. He smiled weakly. The darkness was here. He gave her hand a squeeze, and together they pulled. The darkness shattered the windows. The doors blew open. They were engulfed in nothingness.